Then she leisurely handed the other cup of coffee to Heather, suddenly—
"Ah!" she screamed.
The scene was picture-perfect, but upon turning back, she saw Heather's face—
Her hand shook, and the scalding coffee still steaming spilled onto her hand.
Heather reflexively stood up, shaking her hand.
Nian Shen quickly looked up, abruptly getting up, and without minding the waiter, he pulled Heather over, heading towards the open kitchen, and ran cold water over her hand for a good while.
The speed and sequence of his actions left Heather stunned, his reaction was even quicker than hers.
"Aren't you going to bring the medical kit!" Nian Shen's tone toward the dazed waiter was ice-cold.
"... Right! I'll go right away!"
She was well-acquainted with the hotel room, knowing exactly where everything was.
Heather watched Nian Shen's furrowed brows, feeling a bit unable to respond herself.
If he were just a boss, would his reaction be too excessive?
